Chapter 213

Gu Jinghong smiled faintly, but the smile was almost invisible on his old face, "Doctor Mo said that he could save my life." ”

Chu Dingjiang pondered, "I'll find a way to send you back." ”

"Nope." Gu Jinghong flipped his hand and pulled out a dagger out of nowhere, "You are now wandering in the second grade of the transformation realm, and you have my blood, which can help you break through quickly, this is something they really want to get, I will give it to you." ”

"You sent Long Wuwei and the blood of your heart to me, did you ask for something?" Chu Dingjiang Road.

Gu Jinghong said, "If you have the opportunity, you will destroy the Yelu royal family for me." ”

Chu Dingjiang was silent. Gu Jinghong was not a person of many words, but he said it so clearly at the moment, he already had the will to die in his heart.

"When I first saw you, I knew you had great ambitions." Gu Jinghong saw him hesitate, he used his mind reading technique to read the subtle changes in Chu Dingjiang's heart at the moment, after a pause, his chapped lips opened slightly, and his face showed despair for the first time, "You ......"

"You can see it." Chu Dingjiang said slowly, "I already have the idea of retreating in my heart, but I am still thinking about it. ”

"Why?" Gu Jinghong muttered, "Why? ”

"For the sake of that female shadow with a dark heart." Chu Dingjiang smiled, "Life is short, I'm wondering whether to display my ambitions, or to return to the field as soon as possible." ”

He knew that An Jiu had entered the Crane Control Army for Mei Yanran, and once he found Mei Yanran, he would soon find a way to get out of the Crane Control Army, and he was likely to find a place to herd sheep and marry. Chu Dingjiang used countless tricks, but he didn't want to use tricks to tie a woman to his side.

He thought that after An Jiu found Mei Yanran, he would either let her go away in a chic manner, or walk with her.

"If you have hatred, try to live and do it yourself." Chu Dingjiang took the dagger in his hand, "I like to get something for nothing, but I won't take advantage of a dying person." ”

Gu Jinghong lowered his eyes. "Blood, take it."

Chu Dingjiang was stunned for a moment.

Gu Jinghong was already disheartened, "I am a crippled body, and the living can only watch the Yelu royal family rise high, which is even more torture for my heart." At least I've tried to do it now...... You are the first person in this life to reach out to save me, great kindness, and you will repay the ...... in the next life."

Born to fulfill others, struggling to survive. Choosing death for liberation. This is Gu Jinghong's life.

Chu Dingjiang saw a wisp of blood spilling from his lips, flowing down his cheeks to his ears, and the brilliance in his phoenix eyes condensed for a moment, and then quickly dissipated. A killer has too many ways to kill people, and there are also many ways to kill himself.

The blood of the heart must be taken alive, and if the moment of his death is missed, it will be useless to take it out again.

Chu Dingjiang shook the dagger in his hand. It was loosened after the last.

His skill is to be passed on by a senior, so he quickly broke through the transformation realm, and there is no solid foundation, if he is greedy for cheap, his skill will increase too quickly. It's likely to go crazy.

Chu Dingjiang didn't do despicable and cruel things, but he finally achieved his goal through his own ability, and he felt that it was not the husband's work to take Gu Jinghong's heart and soul now.

He reached out and flicked Gu Jinghong's open eyes. "Go all the way."

Chu Dingjiang has seen too many tragic life and death, but Gu Jinghong's last sentence still touched him after all.

In fact. With Gu Jinghong's ability, he can live to block the Yelu royal family from time to time, but he is tired of living like this, tired of this boring life.

Chu Dingjiang took off his robe to collect the body for him, and found a quiet place to bury it.

Standing in front of the bare grave and watching the snow bury it little by little, "I hope you will have a little warmth in the world in the next life." ”

One look at the shock, and then look at the people have become smoke.

Chu Dingjiang's figure flashed, and there was only a lonely grave left in the long snowfield, surrounded by snow in the sky, and there was no trace of it, as if it was not in the world.

At that time, Gu Jinghong's life also had a little different color, the woman who was lying on the tree herding sheep and reading, the woman who violently brushed off his mask, the woman who was sometimes weak and sometimes strong, the woman who scolded him but accompanied him to drink until dawn......

Moonlit night in Bianjing.

The lights in the room were like beans, and An Jiu soaked in the steaming medicine barrel, his brows furrowed.

The pain was like waves coming in waves, and her whole body was numb, and her consciousness was in a trance for a moment, as if she saw the sun falling, she was lying on a tree reading a book, and the grass below was a herd of white sheep.

Suddenly, a figure hung upside down on a horizontal branch, his black hair hanging down, soft as black satin, and An Jiu saw his white head and picturesque eyebrows, and the lower half was covered with a black scarf. There was a smile in the narrow phoenix eyes, and her appearance was clearly reflected in them.

She brushed off the man's mask and jumped off the tree, and he jumped down with him, bending to pick up the mask that had fallen on the grass, his long hair sliding from his shoulders with his movements.

"We'll see you again." As he spoke, the jade tree-like figure turned into dust and smoke with a gust of weather.

An Jiu's heart jumped, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Mo Sigui was about to bend over to observe her, but was startled by this sudden movement, "What are you doing!" ”

"I'm dreaming." Yasu's voice was hoarse, "I dreamed of a man." ”

Mo Sigui touched his chin, his peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, "Spring has arrived...... It's normal. But you can dream of a man in the pain of peeling skin and bones, it is really not an ordinary realm, and it is beyond the reach of the dust. ”

"I dreamed that the person had disappeared, about ......" An Jiu lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's dead." ”

Mo Sigui was overjoyed, "Is it Chu Dingjiang?" ”

"It's not." An Jiudao.

Mo Sigui was disappointed, but at the same time quite interested, "You have other men besides him?" Well, that's good news. ”

An Jiu glared at him, "You may also know the fate of several sides, it is Gu Jinghong, the deputy envoy of the divine policy." ”

"What?" Mo Sigui's face suddenly became a lot more serious, and he said angrily, "Lao Tzu tried his best to protect him, he dared to give Lao Tzu a casual death?!" ”

"I just had a hunch, and I didn't say it was certain!" An Jiu said coldly.

Mo Sigui still said angrily, "If you die without Lao Tzu's consent, you really don't know how to do it!" ”

"You save it." An Jiu said weakly, she had a very clear feeling in her heart, Gu Jinghong was gone, and she didn't know where this feeling came from.

Mo Sigui crossed his arms and sat down on the chair in front of her, "Lao Tzu specially sat in front of you, so that you can see Lao Tzu's flowers and moon as soon as you open your eyes, which is pleasing to the eye and can relieve some pain." Such good intentions, there is no need to be grateful. ”

An Jiu stiffened, and turned his face away with difficulty, "You go aside, my situation is difficult enough, don't make it worse for me!" ”

"Shh Mo Sigui stood up and said angrily, "I don't know how to do it with that Gu Jinghong!" ”

Mo Sigui walked to the window, there was a crisp sound of bells outside, he pushed open the window and looked at the soul bell swaying in the wind outside, and sighed melancholy, "Why did you die?" (To be continued......)

PS: 66 There is a new book coming out again, the name is "Disaster Water", and I hereby advertise it: The world says that it is better to be a broken jade, not a complete tile, and a gentleman is also.

Why should I make broken jade, which will fall into dust and be trampled underfoot?

I just want to be an ugly tile, standing firmly on the highest place, fearless of wind and rain, scorching heat and winter, looking down on you, becoming mud on the ground.

In short, this is a story of revenge, a work by Willow Dark, with a 3103042 number